So uninterested

Here in school, at 7pm, I'm writing in my livejournal. I must be out of my mind.

Surely, you knew this already.

I've promised myself not to flee in writing stories (because I only write stories so I won't have to deal with the stuff myself), and this weekend I wrote a story. "To be free"

And I noticed that when I write on paper, my stories are worse than when I use the computer right away. Or it was just my unwilling writingurge.

I'm so confused. I don't feel good. I hate my life. I want to die. But death always comes too late. Ah, never mind me. I'm confused.

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